Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 19:24:25 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Kate's Bitch
Kate's Bitch by Laura Davis F/F/F Bnd
I was twenty-three when I married Kevin. He was twenty-eight and already a
successful businessman with three franchise outlets of his own. I was
working as a paralegal while I tried to decide if I wanted to go to law school.
I worked in an office shared by three lawyers who were partners but
contributed equally to pay expenses. Two of them were men in their late thirties
or early forties and they were losers. The third, a woman, was in her late
twenties and very bright. Her name was Kate and she was a slender blonde,
a tomboy, but cute.
Behind her back the other's referred to her as "that dyke bitch".
Our honeymoon was fantastic! We went to Jamaica for two weeks and stayed
at a quiet resort near Runaway Bay, on the north coast. We went to bed
right after checking in and didn't get out again for two days. It was
wonderful! After that we spent most of our time on the beach. We did go and climb
the falls and a couple of other things but mostly it was beach or bed. The
sex was fantastic! Kevin had a big cock and he knew just what to do with it.
One thing he liked surprised me, mostly because I'd have never thought I'
d like it. He had me lay on the edge of the bed, on my side, and he'd stand
by the bed and fuck me in the mouth, holding my head up with both hands.
All I had to do was lay there with my lips tight around his cock. I've
always enjoyed oral sex but this was something else and I loved it! I even came
to like having him come in my mouth. It was even better when he'd have me
lay on my stomach and he'd hold my head up and do it that way. Luckily, I
have strong neck muscles.
One day, our fourth or fifth day there, we were on the beach sunbathing
when he said, "Let's take a walk down to the far end of the beach." The
beach was a good one-half mile long and the far end was the "clothing optional"
area. The nude beach. I was wearing a tiny thong that made me feel very
sexy. I'm fairly attractive but I'm no beauty. I do have a nice figure and
very nice legs and the thong looked nice on me.
When we got to the line marking the beginning of the nude beach we stopped
for a moment. Kevin shed his suit and glanced at me. "Take it off, Linda."
I hesitated for a moment and then took it off. We walked to the end of
the beach and back and it was exciting to be nude in public. We didn't stay
long because I hadn't brought the suntan lotion. We put our suits back on
and walked back to where we'd left our towels. Ten minutes later we were back
on the nude beach, well covered with suntan lotion.
On our honeymoon, Kevin fucked me every day, twice a day. When we got home
he gradually tapered off to once a day, every day. Then he began skipping
a day now and then. After three months we were down to 3-4 times a week and
it was frustrating. I wanted it every day.
One afternoon, when the losers were in court, Kate come out and perched on
the edge of my desk. "Okay, Linda, what's wrong? You've been moping
around the office for a week now. Want to talk?"
After some initial hesitation I told her the whole story. She laughed and
said, "That's it? Your upset because your husband only does you three or
four times a week?"
I frowned, hurt that she'd laughed. "It's not funny!"
She nodded. "I know and I apologize for laughing. Look, I'm no expert on
me but I can tell you this - three or four times a week is damn good. Kevin
must be an iron man. Count your blessings!" I believed her but that didn'
t help much. I was still frustrated.
A week passed and then Kate called me into her office and asked me to stay
late to help her organize her files. Her files were perfect as far a I
knew but I nodded and said, "Sure. Kevin's out of town for a couple of days
so it's good timing."
The losers were gone by 5:30 and Kate called me into her office. As I
entered she took a huge dildo out of her desk and set it down. It was a good 13"
long and very thick. It was mounted on a square base and I realized that
the base held a motor. It was a big vibrator. I stopped in my tracks and
stared at it. "Do you want to try it?"
I shook my head and whispered, "No." But I was lying and we both knew
it.
Kate moved it to the exact center of her desk. "Lock the door, Linda." I
turned and locked the door. "Good. Now come over here and try this."
I walked slowly over to her desk and stood there, staring at the huge
phallus. I shivered, wondering what it would be like to ride it, to feel it
throbbing deep inside my cunt. Kate plugged it in and said, "Come on, Linda.
You know you want to give it a try."
I slipped my shoes off and then pulled my skirt up while I removed my
pantyhose and panties. Then, I got up onto her desk and pulled my skirt up
around my waist. I eased myself down onto the phallus, conscious every moment
that Linda was watching. I took my time and it was a full minute before it
was fully in me. Kate smiled. "Turn it on when you're ready."
I nodded, but I didnt' turn it on right away. I moved up and down on it,
slowly at first, and then a little faster as I became aroused. It filled me
and it felt good. Really good. Then I glanced at Kate and whispered, "Turn
it on for me, please."
She reached and flipped the switch and it began to vibrate. An off-center
rod inside the phallus began to turn and I threw my head back and moaned
with pleasure as jolts of pure pleasure shot through my body. Kate stepped
close and ran her hands up my thighs. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and eased
it off. My bra followed a moment later. Then she unbuttoned my skirt and
pulled it up over my head. She stepped back and took a long look at my
naked body. "Very nice!"
It was a little embarrassing to be naked and impaled on a vibrator while
my boss watched but I was too aroused to care. I blushed when she cupped my
tits and ran her thumbs over my rock-hard nipples. She tweaked them and I
whimpered with pleasure. It was late September but the office was warm and I
began to sweat. I had my first orgasm within minutes. Others followed
rapidly while I whimpered and moaned and then, finally, I threw my head back
and screamed with pleasure. Kate chuckled and squeezed my tits gently. I
caught her eye and whispered, "Please, turn it off, I can't take any more
right now."
She turned it off and I eased myself off it and sank to my knees.
She stroked my thighs and whispered, "Feel better now?"
I nodded. "Yes. Oh, God, yes!" I stared down at the top of the desk while
she fondled me.
After a couple of minutes she patted me on the back and said, "Go and take
a shower." I eased myself off her desk and went into her private bathroom.
I took a long, hot shower and then took my time drying off. I dried my
hair and then took a deep breath before opening the door. Kate was gone. My
clothes were on her desk, folded neatly. A note on top instructed me make
sure I put the overtime down on my time card and then lock up when I left.
The next day Kate acted as if nothing had happened and it was a big
relief. It was business as usual. After lunch, she stopped to pick up her
messages. She smiled at me and said, "Well, you seem like you're in a better mood
today."
I nodded. "Yes, I am. Thanks."
The losers were in court all afternoon and Kate was busy interviewing a
witness in an accident case. About 4:30, after the witness left, she called
me into her office. She was standing at the window, looking out. I walked
over and stood next to her. She glanced at me and smiled. "Is everything all
right?"
I nodded. "Yes, thanks. Everything is fine."
She turned to face me and asked me what I thought of the witnesses.
Were they telling the truth? As we chatted she toyed with one of my
buttons. After a moment I realized that she was unbuttoning my blouse. We
continued to talk as if nothing was going on. My bra hooked in front and she
opened it with a twist of her fingers. She pushed it aside, baring my small,
firm breasts. My nipples hardened when the cool air washed over them. Kate
tweaked them and I groaned. She smiled. "Do you want me to stop?"
I shook my head after a moment's hesitation. "No, I don't."
She cupped my tits and fondled them gently. The discussion was over.
A few minutes later I was leaning on her desk, nude, moaning with pleasure
while she fucked me doggy-style with a strap-on dildo. When she undressed
I was surprised to see that her tits were slightly bigger than mine. She
was clean-shaven and her vulva was shockingly visible. She brought me to
orgasm twice and when she eased the dildo out of my pussy it glistened with my
juices. She smiled and said, "Clean it. With your mouth. On your knees."
I shook my head. "No, please....." But I was already sinking to my knees.
I took it in my mouth and tasted myself for the first time. I liked it.
Kate chuckled as I licked it clean, savoring the taste. This time we
showered together. I played with her tits and found it very enjoyable. She
laughed when I murmured, "Now I know why most men are tit men."
She fucked me almost every day and except for the fact that she was an
attractive woman it was just like getting fucked by a guy. Well, there was one
other difference. She was tireless and once she fucked me steadily for
thirty minutes. I had orgasm after orgasm and only asked her to stop when I
started feeling sore.
But, other than that, it was like being fucked by Kevin. She never asked
me to go down on her or anything like that. Not then. She brought me along
slowly, spending six weeks getting me used to having her fuck me. Getting me
to depend on her. Turning me into her fuck slut.
Her practice was growing and one afternoon she told me she was moving into
an office of her own. She asked me to come with her, with a 50% raise. I
would have gone without the raise. When we moved things continued as before
except that we had more freedom to fool around. She began to exert more
control, starting with the way I dressed. She wanted me in short skirts,
legs bare, no bra, no panties, and a blouse that buttoned in front. She liked
having me walk around barefoot, with my blouse unbuttoned to just below my
tits. The clients seemed to enjoy it too, as did I. I was, as Kate
mentioned, a pretty slut. At the same time, Kevin was busy opening his fourth
franchise operation and he had less time to spend with me. Kate was satisfying
my sexual needs so it wasn't a problem.
One Friday, in late October, Kate came in and asked if I had any plans for
lunch. I shook my head and she smiled. "Good. I've made an appointment
for you at the salon across the street. They're going to give you a complete
bikini wax. Your appointment is at 11:30." I kept the appointment. It was
painful but when it was over my vulva was completely bare. It made me feel
like a girl again and it was very sexy to see myself like that.
When I returned to the office Kate called me into her office. "We have
nothing on the calendar for this afternoon. Go and lock the front door and
then take your clothes off. I want you to work nude for the rest of the day.
Put your clothes in my closet. If anyone comes you can run in here and I'll
answer the door while you get dressed."
Working naked was exciting. At five-thirty Kate called me into her office.
She was leaning against her desk, nude, her legs spread. I walked over and
she fondled my tits. "Have you ever gone down on another woman?"
I shook my head. "No." My voice quavered. I was scared but also very
excited.
She smiled. "It's time you learned. Get down on your knees." I sank to my
knees and rested my forehead against her thigh. She ruffled my hair and
after a moment I pressed my lips aginst her thigh. She spread her legs a
little wider and I began kissing her inner thighs, where her skin was
softest. After a few moments she eased herself onto the desk and I continued
licking and kissing her inner thighs, working my way upward. As she became
aroused I smelled the musky aroma of woman in heat. It was a new and exciting
scent. I pressed my mouth against her vulva and inhaled the aroma. After a
moment I pulled back a little and licked her. Her taste was different than
mine, tangier, not as salty, but just as enjoyable.
Even though Kevin didn't care for it too much he was skilled at eating
pussy and I tried the things I liked on Kate and apparently, despite my lack
of experience, she enjoyed them too. I brought her to orgasm twice before
she pushed my head away. "No more! God, you're good with your tongue! Are
you sure this is your first time eating cunt?"
I rocked back on my heels and licked my lips. "Yes. But I paid attention
when guys were going down on me."
That night, Kevin was surprised and pleased when he saw my bare vulva and
assumed I'd done it for him. More time passed. Christmas came and
went, then New Years. Kevin and I stayed home on New Year's Eve and
celebrated quietly. I knew something was bothering him and I was afraid he'd found
out about Kate and me. But that wasn't it. A few days later he came home
and said, "Linda, I've met someone else. I want a divorce."
I think he was surprised and a little shocked when I just nodded and said,
"Okay, if you're sure that's what you want." Our marriage had lasted
just a few days over nine months. When I told Kate she said she was sorry. I
shrugged, "No reason for you to be sorry. He doesn't know about us. He met
someone else. Someone less demanding from what he said."
Later, in the afternoon, I went into Kate's office and said, "We need to
talk. Since Kevin and I are splitting I'm thinking that now might be a good
time for a change of scenery. I'm thinking of going west, to Colorado or
Oregon."
Kate got up and came around her desk. She grabbed my chin with her left
hand and forced her thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue until I
whimpered in pain. "Listen to me, slut. You're not going anywhere. You're
mine and you'll do as you're told. Do you understand me?"
She released me long enough for me to nod and whispered, "Yes, Kate."
Then her thumb was back in my mouth and I was helpless. She hissed, "Get
naked, bitch. You need a taste of the strap to remind you who's in charge
here." She pressed hard on my tongue, holding me helpless, while I removed my
blouse and skirt. Then she walked me around her desk and I had to crouch
with her while she got a leather strap out of her bottom drawer. She
continued to hold me like that while she spanked me with the strap. It hurt like
hell and I was crying like a baby when she finally stopped.
Finally, she tossed the strap on her desk and released me. "Get your
clothes on and get back to work, bitch."
I dressed quickly and scampered back to my desk. She came out a few minute
later and said, "I have an errand to run. I'll be gone for about thirty
minutes."
She was gone less than thirty minutes. When she returned she tossed a
plain brown bag onto my desk. "I brought you a present. Put it on and the come
in. We have things to discuss."
She disappeared into her office and I opened the bag. Inside was a plain
leather dog collar. It was about 1" wide and had a brass plate affixed to
it. The plate was engraved: `Kate's Bitch'. I put in down on my desk and
stared at it for a long time. Then I got up and walked to the door, intending
to leave for good. I stopped glanced back at my desk, thinking about how
good it felt when Kate fucked me. I walked back, picked up the collar, and
fastened it around my neck. When I walked into her office she smiled and
said, "Bitches don't wear clothes. Ever."
She hired someone to replace me at the office and I moved into her house. I
'm her pet, her bitch, her fuck slut. I take care of the house and all of
her personal needs. Her house is located on a cul-de-sac and her property
is surrounded on three sides by a state forest. The nearest neighbor is more
than ½ mile away. I work naked in the yard during the warmer months. In
the winter I'm allowed to wears sweats, gloves, a coat, and boots when I'm
out shoveling. Her definition of winter is strictly by the calendar. I've
worked nude in the yard in early December, running into the garage every few
minutes to warm up.
I'm treated like a pet, a well-loved, pampered pet and I'm content.
Once in a while Kate lets me dress up and takes me out to dinner or a
movie. But I'm never allowed to forget that I'm owned. I eat and drink out of
dog bowls. I'm allowed to use my hands only to hold the bowls in place and
Im not allowed to prepare my own food. Except for the work I do around
the house I'm expected to act like a dog, like the bitch I am. At night, when
Kate's reading or watching television I'm either on my knees beside her
chair or curled up on the floor in front of her. She likes to warm her feet
on my belly. Once in a while she slip me a doggy treat. I eat dog food laced
with vitamins. I'm not allowed to talk unless in response to a direct
question.
A month ago she called the house and I heard her tell me to pick up the
phone, something I'm not allowed to do normally. She told me that she was
going out of town on business and wouldn't be home that night. "It's totally
unexpected. Bobbi will come over and feed you."
I sighed. "Are you fucking her?"
"That's none of your business but the answer is no, not yet. When I get
back remind me to whip you for being nosy. She knows about you and she's
fascinated. You'll act just like she's me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Kate. I understand."
"She'll be there at 5:30. I've given her a key. She'll feed you and
service you and if you want she'll take you for a walk. Be a good little bitch."
She hung up before I had a chance to answer.
I was on my knees, facing the door, at 5:25. Bobbi arrived about ten
minutes later. When I heard the key in the lock I braced myself. I knew she was
a redhead and moderately attractive (according to Kate) and competed in
Triathlons. She came through the door in a gust of cold air that turned my
nipples into hard little points. She was taller than I expected, about 5' 8",
but otherwise she was pretty much as Kate had described her. Her skin was
very pale and she had few freckles. Her hair was dark red and hung to her
shoulders in a wild tangle of curls. Her eyes were green, as pale as a
tropical ocean. She locked the door and turned to me with a smile, holding her
hand out. "You must be Kate's bitch. She's right, you are a pretty slut."
I touched my nose to the back of her hand for a moment and then licked it
several times. She giggled, delighted, and I found myself liking her in
spite of my resentment about the amount of time Kate spent with her each day.
She walked through the house, exploring, and I followed on my hands and
knees. When we got to the kitchen she noticed that my water bowl was empty. "
Are you thirsty?"
I nodded.
"What do you drink from when it hasn't been filled? Show me."
I glanced at the lavatory and sighed. She followed me as crossed the
kitchen and nudged the door open with my shoulder. I looked back at her and when
she ignored my pleading look I sighed and turned to the toilet. I lapped
water out of the toilet, totally humiliated.
She washed my bowls and filled them. Then she sat down on the floor and
petted me while I ate. She stroked my back, buttocks, and thighs and then
slipped her left hand under me to fondle my tits and rub my belly.
When I done eating she snapped a leash onto my collar and walked me around
the back yard for ten minutes. When we went back inside she came into the
bathroom and watched me pee. Using a toilet was one of the few human things
I was allowed. But privacy wasn't. She crouched in front of me and pushed
my knees apart so she could watch. I closed my eyes and blushed as I peed.
She told me I had pretty knees.
She put me on my knees in front of the sofa and fucked me with a strap-on
while I rested my upper body on the soft leather cushion. After my orgasm
I turned and licked the dildo clean. She ran her fingers through my hair
and asked, "Does Kate ever fuck you in the ass? Speak."
I shook my head and answered, "No, ma'am." The fear was apparent in my
voice.
She smiled. "I will, but not tonight." Then she whipped my ass with a
leather strap and left me curled up in a corner, sobbing.
When Kate returned the next day she saw the welts on my ass. "Were you a
bad girl? Speak."
"No, ma'am. I was good. She just whipped me because she could."
Kate got Bobbi on the phone. "Get your ass over here. Now!"
When Bobbi arrived she was paler than usual and I realized that she was
terrified. Kate lit into her as soon as the door was closed and locked. She
backhanded Bobbi across the face and hissed, "I told you to feed her and
fuck her, I didn't tell you to whip her. Nobody disciplines her but me. Is
that clear." She punctuated her question with another slap.
Bobbi whispered, "Yes, ma'am. Its very clear. I'm sorry."
Kate smiled. "You'll be sorrier in a few minutes. Get your fuckin'
clothes off, bitch."
Bobbi stripped in record time. Kate marched her into the living room made
her kneel by the sofa while she went to get a paddle. I watched, smiling,
while Kate paddled her ass until it was as red as a tomato. By then Bobbi
was sobbing brokenly and begging for mercy. Kate pushed her off on the
floor and tossed the paddle toward me. "My arm's tired. You paddle her for a
while."
I got up and sat down on the sofa. Bobbi crept across my lap, still
sobbing, and I paddled her for another five or six minutes. The next day Kate
began interviewing for a new paralegal. Bobbi became second bitch in a
two-bitch household.
The End.